Reagan, when asked what she wants to be when she grows up, typically says one of three things: a unicorn, a dolphin, or a baby. Sometimes she throws out the possibility of a mermaid, but... generally.. she's got her heart set on one of the other three. Last night, though, when her Dad asked her if she was going to be doctor when she grew up (she'd been taking care of our elderly dog Morgan all day), she shook her head somberly and said "NO, Dadd! I'm going to be a co-pilot!"
He ate that up, believe me.
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